Sanctuary of Memory

I’m walking among shattered moonbeams
Crying in the snow,
The ghost of stately shadows
Cast doubt through the hollow, dreaming hills.
Swans in mourning are dying spirits
Sweeping through the snow flakes
Lamenting spent stars
Like a spectral morning breeze.
Sleepers wake to the ghost in the glass
The grail beckoning through ancient mist;
The black-marbled shining river dreams,
Its waves lapping the fringes of sanity
That lay like driftwood cast upon the shore.
My memory is a vortex of emotion
Swirling with red flowers
Down the hollow way
Like echoes returning.